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Chapter 1

Creek-kit sprinted out of the nursery his brother and sister hard on his tail. Their adoptive mother, Spottedtail, had sent them out because she was sick of them playing and rough-housing in the small nursery. She had kits the same age as Creek-kit and his siblings but they were a lot more laid back.

The young tom spun around unexpectedly causing his brother and sister to crash right into him and he fell backwards landing on the dusty ground. The black and brown tabby tom squeaked as both of them squished him.

"Really Creek-kit, you should stop being so clumsy." Kestrelkit mewed as he glanced down at his brother from the spot on top of him. Creek-kit gritted his teeth and let out a small, "You think?" Breezekit let out giggle as he struggled to shove both of them off.

"Get off!" He scrambled out from under the two kits, well at least attempted to. His savior was Spottedtail as she padded out of the nursery.

"Both of you get off Creek-kit this instant, you are suffocating him!" Spottedtail snapped, her green eyes narrowed considerably. The calico she-cat was obviously furious and the squeal of Specklekit alerted all three of them that they had awakened Spottedtail's kits. His brother and sister let out protests but Spottedtail silenced them as she stalked over to them, her tail lashing.

"Do not complain. My kits are awake because of you-"

"I don't care if they are awake we have no mother so you have to watch us! It's not our fault she died!" Breezekit snapped; her ears flattened to her head and her crystal blue eyes were slits before she realized what she said and her total attitude changed and she shrunk down as her eyes widened in fright. Spottedtail's eyes grew dark and her hackles rose.

"How dare you talk to me like that!" She hissed and Breezekit winced at the tone of voice. Creek-kit grew furious, how dare the queen treat her like that! Yes, Breezekit may speak at the wrong moments but she spoke her mind and she spoke the truth. Spottedtail was obviously cranky towards them. It wasn't their fault that Nightstorm was dead. It wasn't their fault that Spottedtail was the last queen in the nursery. It wasn't their fault that Vinestep never took responsibility of them and it wasn't their fault that they wanted to have fun.

"I am your mother now and you have to listen to me, if I tell you to shut up you will shut up and get out of the nursery so my kits can sleep." Spottedtail snapped and spun around her tail slapping Breezekit in the face as she padded back towards the nursery. "Now get in here and go to sleep!"

Breezekit followed Spottedtail to the nursery, her tail dragging limply on the ground; her head slumped against her chest. Creek-kit frowned at Kestrelkit as he sat silently staring dumbly ahead. He nudged his brother who looked up at him and Creek-kit was surprised to see the sadness swirl in amber orbs before following the angered queen. The brown and black tabby tom followed his sister into the dark depths of the dark nursery which swallowed them up and hid them from the world.

"Now go to bed in your nest, my nest is not big enough for all of you." Spottedtail muttered and used her tail to herd them into the small nest in the back of nursery. It smelled faintly of mint and sage according to Spottedtail and according to Vinestep it smelled like Nightstorm and that's why (still according to Vinestep) he never came and visited his kits. But to Creek-kit it smelled like death, like something let go of its last breath here. He never liked sleeping there and he always had nightmares back here, always.

The cool shadows of the nursery fell across the nest and the small form of Breezekit buried herself in the back of the nest trying to stay as far away from Spottedtail as possible. The sleek form of Kestrelkit slid past him and he barely saw his brother curl around his sister trying to reassure her of safety but right now he saw the form of a black she-cat laying on her side bleeding to death. Her green eyes losing the light that once shone.

"Creek-kit, get in the nest, now!" Spottedtail shoved him knocking the vision from his eyes and he barely caught himself as he fell into the nest. He turned to glare at the queen before snuggling into the nest next to Kestrelkit. His eyes closed and he awaited the nightmare that was soon to attack him.

Creek-kit bounded through the murky dark forest that he entered every time he slept. His emerald green eyes widened in horror and his jaw dropped in slack as he came upon a sight he had never seen before in his dreams. A beautiful black she-cat stood before him. The only light that shone in the dark forest was cast on her. She had the most beautiful green eyes that a cat could have, but the only thing wrong with this picture was that the cat was broken and bleeding. Her green eyes were laced with pain and her muscles strained as she tried to stay up.

He was frozen to the spot unable to help her and the she-cat's jaws parted and words like a whisper rang in his ears.

"Creek-kit, death is not far." The voice was strangled but Creek-kit could tell that it was once a thing of beauty like a bird's song.

"He-he is hiding in the unlikeliest places." At these words she collapsed and dust billowed up and a great wind blew into his face. Creek-kit was suddenly free and he cowered and covered his face with his paws to keep from getting it in his eyes and he flattened his ears to save them as well.

Once he was sure that there was no more dust to choke and clog his vision he stood uneasily and looked around the she-cat was gone. He glanced around but the darkness was starting to surround him and the light was fading and he yowled in fright as something lunged and grabbed by the back of the neck and squeezed.

"Creek-kit!" The voice screeched with laughter but it was familiar.

"Go away!" He yelped and struggled against it but the teeth just dug deeper.

"Creek-kit! Creek-kit, wake up!" Creek-kit blinked open his eyes and came face to face with Robinpelt, her intense green eyes were peering into his. She locked eyes with him and he knew she saw the fear that was buried deep in his very being.

"Are you alright?" She asked quietly and removed her paw from his side. He had hardly known the medicine cat had touched him, "You were thrashing around and destroyed the nest again." She added 'again' as quietly as possible.

"I'm fine, Robinpelt, just a dream." He tried to reassure her, she was like the mother he never had and that Spottedpelt never was or could be but she was also his medicine cat and almost always knew when he was lying.

"Creek-kit how many times do I have to tell you, I am-"

"You are a medicine cat and you know when a cat is lying or when they're not you are StarClan's direct line into the Clan." Creek-kit recited because he had heard this speech over and over again. He rolled his eyes slightly but Robinpelt caught it and cuffed him over the ear softly.

"Creek-kit these dreams, the nightmares, they mean something. You see the same she-cat, even though you won't tell me who she is, and that is not normal and she always says the same things." Robinpelt meowed and gave him a lick on the head. Creek-kit sighed and glanced around the nursery before his eyes widened and he gave the nursery another glance.

"Where is everybody?" He squeaked and Robinpelt let out a small chuckle and glanced around as well.

"They left the nursery to let you sleep." Robinpelt meowed and a rustle of leaves alerted that some cat had entered the nursery, Robinpelt stepped in front of him.

"Robinpelt," A gruff voice started and Creek-kit knew that it was Vinestep, "how is he?" He asked but there was no concern there only…. blankness. He couldn't find the right word for it and he waited for Robinpelt to answer.

"Who yourself or Creek-kit?" Robinpelt snapped, Vinestep took a step back in surprise before retaliating with equal fire.

"Creek-kit, why would I be here to hear about myself?" He growled and his tail lashed as he glared at the medicine cat.

"He's fine now go do your warrior duties or whatever you do when your kits need you." Robinpelt rolled her eyes and turned her back on the warrior. Creek-kit watched as Vinestep narrowed his eyes dangerously before turning and stalking out of the nursery his head held high.

"Why is Vinestep like that?" Creek-kit asked as Robinpelt locked eyes with him again.

Robinpelt stared into the emerald green eyes that were locked with hers. The eyes looked so much like Nightstorm's that used to be filled with laughter. She understood why Vinestep disliked Creek-kit and Breezekit so much but that didn't mean he had to neglect his kits, but she was different she knew the kits needed a mother and they needed a father but he still neglected.

"I don't know." She finally sighed and nudged him out, "Let's go join your brother and sister."